I’m rarely in the mood to visit art galleries.
But every time I make myself go, I end up feeling refreshed, inspired, refined, and very glad that I went.
Mama and I have a tradition of visiting the MFA when I’m home. We tour a new exhibit and one other room. That’s enough to take in without feeling too overwhelmed.
I love the calm of gazing at paintings. In London I learn about modern art movements from Sara, and construct stories about the characters with Ania.
Just wander into a room and see what draws you in. Art speaks to what is on my mind and reminds me of parts of myself I have forgotten. It inspires my future, bringing clarity to such desires as designing my own studio.
Each visit I pick one favorite painting.
I used to be camera-happy, taking pictures of everything that inspired me. But when everybody is special, no one is. Picking just one favorite means that I focus more on the experience in front of me. A picture of a painting does not do it justice – obvious, but worth remembering.
I display my favorite paintings in my digital salon. This visit, I chose Degas’s Ballet Dancer With Arms Crossed. I love the colors, and its unfinished rawness.
Art is best appreciated over lunch.
Art galleries tend to have delicious counterparts, and finally, I sampled MFA’s in-house restaurant Bravo. The atmosphere balances plush and simple, with beautifully crafted dessert.
Also, I love browsing museum shops – they tend to have beautiful books and an eclectic assortment of interesting things.
And of course, I dress the part.
Sometimes I even match the art.
What are your gallery traditions?